Amalia
Amalia echoes the girl's laugh, shaking her head ruefully. "My mother had some impressive stories," she replies lightly, though something in her face hardens off as she thinks of some of those tales. There had been family and friends among the dead; she remembers the discussions with Rory, with Wessex, the losses that could tear them all apart. But Phoebe redirects the topic, and the girl is grateful to be distracted away. "Neither are mine," she remarks with a wry smile. "I would love to try your baking sometime."
She cannot help her flashing interest at Phoebe's experiences with the gods, tilting her head to listen, enjoying the reverence they apparently share. Her comments on Safrin make the girl smile, fondness for the starlit goddess clearly marked in her expressive face. "I am sorry for your loss," she says sincerely, wondering who Phoebe might have seen fall away. She has not heard of many deaths of late, but that is not to say she knows everyone who is lost.
Phoebe's fondness for Frey makes sense, given her profession- and while Amalia loves each of the gods, she cannot say she feels a particular kinship for the fertility god. Though perhaps that will change now that she has Deimos... shaking her head, Amalia smiles lightly, still looking in the underbrush for damaged plants. "I've been blessed by all three... Safrin gave me the gift of being Attuned. Though my grandmother had a particular fondness for Ludo."
She cannot help her flashing interest at Phoebe's experiences with the gods, tilting her head to listen, enjoying the reverence they apparently share. Her comments on Safrin make the girl smile, fondness for the starlit goddess clearly marked in her expressive face. "I am sorry for your loss," she says sincerely, wondering who Phoebe might have seen fall away. She has not heard of many deaths of late, but that is not to say she knows everyone who is lost.
Phoebe's fondness for Frey makes sense, given her profession- and while Amalia loves each of the gods, she cannot say she feels a particular kinship for the fertility god. Though perhaps that will change now that she has Deimos... shaking her head, Amalia smiles lightly, still looking in the underbrush for damaged plants. "I've been blessed by all three... Safrin gave me the gift of being Attuned. Though my grandmother had a particular fondness for Ludo."
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
